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Beating drums create a deafening roar through the jungles of Le-Wahi. Shrill, melodious flutes meet them. The two instruments intertwine into a beautiful rush of music. And yet, if you could see the field they are played on, you would not think so. The destruction being caused by the playing of those is easy to see on the bloody plain. Onu-Koro and Le-Koro are at war...War, I say? Indeed, though unlike war that most beings would immediately call to mind. Swords and axes are of no use here. Shields and armor of the conventional sort are useless. The weapons of choice are instruments. Massive earthen drums blasting deafening booms over the field. Long flutes of wind screeching death...Death is the art accomplished by this. You are no doubt wondering as you read this warning how music could be so vile, so bloody, so deadly. It is no simple music. The Matoran use their inner elemental strength combined together, with the help of any available Toa, to create these tools of war, these instruments of evil. The battle fields are more than just fields. They are three-dimensional plains filled with hills and cliffs and platforms and rivers and rahi of music...Music is our bane. The once sweet melodies played to soothe nerves now tear them to pieces, the sounds of joy used to brighten spirits now cut through souls. Everything involving a rhythm is filled with fear...Fear is the only emotion that I can display. I try to stop the madness. I try to stop the needless bloodshed. My entire rag-tag faction is trying to stop this madness. But the ones who realize this insanity are few, and the number rises and falls like a song itself. We will not fight by their methods. We won't fight using physical weapons if we can avoid doing so...So, this is my warning: Enter this cursed land at your own risk. Mata-Nui shall never be the same with or without you, but help would be welcome. The sheer fear of this apocalyptic noise is enough to stop a heart's beating...Beat and Rhythm"Our death is just a note away. We must stop this terrible devilry, or face the end of civilization."The antonym of all that is noble, good, just?Music.For time out of mind it has been used for many different purposes. A soft melody could soothe the nerves or lull a crying child to sleep. A joyful tune could lift one’s spirits or signify a victory. A mournful song could bring the hardiest of warriors to tears.Indeed, the wonder of music has amazed generation after generation. The art of playing instruments has been a well-kept and greatly-loved tradition. It has captivated the old and the young since it came into existence. Yet in despite, many things good become terrible tools of evil.It is a sad happening if that is the case. The formerly loved can become a taboo so great that even those that use it fear to speak openly of it. Music fell into this unfortunate position. How could anything so wonderful become so vile? The answer is painfully simple.A harmless spore of mold grows into a foul poison over food, destroying its worth. Thus was the case of this. A great toa musician of Le-Koro known as Sargune experimented with using music combined with elements to create living music you can see, touch, and still hear. He succeeded to a degree, becoming the most accredited artist of the time.Sargune’s elemental music took much practice to even begin to use properly, and even the toa himself had to concentrate ridiculously hard and was always tired after playing. Yet he kept using it, and the entirety of Mata-Nui became enthralled by the astounding phenomenon. Still, he never was able to figure out how to better control it, and he could produce no more than simple shapes.That was the spore, making way for the infection. Matoran - and indeed even toa - of black hearts experimented further, seeing the extent of which this wonder could be used. They found out the deathly power of what is now known as War Music.War Music takes Sargune’s principal of element-music combination and enhances it to the point where it can be easily controlled and formed into practically anything. As long as a toa is present, it is extremely easy even for matoran to use. And even if there are no toa to help, War Music can still be used effectively.But they didn't stop at just making it. They spread the mold over the continent, infecting the minds of the villagers. The villagers didn’t like how their neighboring Koro did this or that. And now they were super powerful and could kill the others. The tempers rose as each Wahi and the Koro within was threatened by their neighbors.It was obvious that war would soon break. Thus, five of the six Koros prepared for war. Each soldier learned how to use War Music. The villagers of both air and stone took a liking to instruments of wind-like sounds, the higher pitched for the former and lower for the latter. Earth matoran and toa chose massive instruments of concussion. Ga-Koro took to hydrophones and Ta-Koro to instruments of keys or chimes.A small fraction of these Koros were against War Music entirely. They fled and took refuge in Ko-Koro and Kini-Nui. These named themselves the Dissonance. Being lovers of peace, uninterrupted by most noise, the Ko-Matoran readily joined this blooming faction. They devised ways to fight against the Tribes of Rhythm, using weapons and armor such as vacuums, sound-absorption padding, and elemental disruptors.The war went well for a period of time. The Dissonance took great advantage of the fighting Koros, devastating armies already locked in combat. Ground was steadily gained, until they had roughly a fourth of each Wahi. Discord, the leader and creator of the flourishing faction, was leaving no room for the Tribes of Rhythm to survive.Eventually a weak attempt for peace was created, known as the Toa Council. Though it was originally created to end the war, it quickly turned into a meeting ground for alliances to be created and broken, along with possibly trading plots of land or other things such as that. The Toa Council is one of the main reasons that the Tribes of Rhythm finally began focusing upon their main threat, the Dissonance, instead of pulverizing each-other.Many of the Tribes of Rhythm were on the verge of defeat when this great blow was struck upon the Dissonance. The Toa Council created shaky alliances that, in essence, amounted to, "If we fight amongst only ourselves, we're dead." The Dissonance was mostly pushed back to Ko-Wahi and Kini-Nui. Thus the war was turned.And now it rages on, unlike any war ever fought. The Dissonance and the Tribes of Rhythm, all pitched in the War of Beat.In Short/Ice BreakerA guy found a way to combine elements and music to make something tangible and yet still able to be heard. Some guys took this and turned it into a weapon, calling it War Music. War broke, some guys from each Koro and the entirety of Ko-Koro created a faction called the Dissonance with a leader named Discord. The Tribes of Rhythm were hurt badly seeing as they were fighting both each-other and the Dissonance. But then the Tribes of Rhythm began to focus the war against the Dissonance instead of each-other, dealing a heavy blow.Mata-NuiMata-Nui, the island paradise. It isn’t an island covering a giant robot’s face. Just a beautiful, luscious, tropical island. All that, and pitched in a massive war. The War of Beat. Mata-Nui is split into six massive sections, called Wahi, each containing a village, or Koro. There is one Wahi for each of the basic six elements. Then, at the heart of the island, taking up a part of the great volcano Mangai, is the former temple of Kini-Nui.Each of the six Wahi (sans Ko-Wahi) is controlled by one of the Tribes of Rhythm. Le-Koro is the main village in Le-Wahi, more like a towering city built of wood and vine. The massive village stretches through almost the entirety of Le-Wahi itself. Tones of trumpets, flutes, and tubas ring through the woods almost ceaselessly as its strangely merry inhabitants constantly war.War is their life. Without it, the Le-matoran would feel useless, empty, with no joy. They find happiness, enjoyment, and fulfillment from murder. Still, not all are evil, murderous maniacs. But Le-Wahi is one of the deadliest, most unreserved areas of Mata-Nui. If someone isn’t allied with them and he is in their border, he had better hope that he isn’t discovered.Ta-Wahi consists of a large part of Mangai itself. Ta-Koro sits around the mouth of the volcano and even inside the massive rock formation. From massive bells to organs to simple wind chimes, you can find a variety of instruments. The matoran are a generally easily tempered and quick-to-action group, yet they are quite strategic and relatively rational.Despite their tempers, the Ta-matoran really are quite amiable and fun. That is, if whoever they meet isn’t against them. In that case, unless they find an especially merciful villager, that unfortunate matoran should be prepared to meet a cacophonous, fiery death.Ga-Wahi, containing Ga-Koro, is mostly grassland and water. The toa and matorans’ huts mostly sit atop massive lily pads in the water. Only a select few of their buildings are built on the land. The Ga-Koronans have a massively large advantage at their home due to their genre of War Music, hydraylophones, using great amounts of water. Though they can carry water with them and draw it from the earth and vegetation, they usually only fight on the coasts of other Koros.The Ga-matoran have quickly become hardened warriors, losing much of their former peace, happiness, and comfort. However, compared to the other Tribes of Rhythm, they are still likely the easiest to meet without being killed.The largest section of the island, Onu-Wahi, is not on the surface itself, but is completely subterranean. Indeed, saying Onu-Wahi and Onu-Koro is synonymous, for they consist of a huge network of populated caves and tunnels. To anyone that doesn’t live there, the endless paths and caverns would quickly become a twisting, winding prison. The citizens generally use slow, deliberate patterns in warfare, their great earthen drums pounding in deadly strategies. It is almost impossible to prepare for and invasion by them, seeing as they can break out of the earth right under a village.The Onu-matoran have changed little during the war, due to taking the smallest part in the War of Beat. In fact, if a matoran from the outside were to enter with no seeming threat, he could mingle just as easily as ever. While in their cities, the citizens show no sign of a war happening. They seem neutral to the world, defending themselves and attacking only when they must.Taking the northern section of the island is the desert of Po-Wahi, containing the small village of Po-Koro. The sands and stones constantly move with the lilting tunes of a violin or the melodious playing of a piano. Any low-pitched brass instrument imaginable can be found in this place. The Po-Koronans are quick and near-reckless in most of their strategies.Second only to Le-Wahi in brutality, Po-Wahi’s inhabitants are extremely destructive in all their battles. If a wall stands before them, they blow a hole through it. If an army of matoran stands in front of them, they blow a hole through that army. They stop for nothing, having only a care for themselves.The first and larger territory of the Dissonance is Ko-Wahi, with the lofty city of Ko-Koro. The village sits on the slopes of the towering mountain by the name of Ihu. The bone-chilling cold of the sheer mountains makes an amazing natural defense. The Ko-matoran strive to keep the delicate slopes from the influence of the War Music, as one powerful blast could trigger a massive avalanche. This does, however, provide another natural defense, as invaders risk getting themselves buried in the cruel ice.Kini-Nui, in a valley near Mangai, has been turned into a massive fortress by the Dissonance. It is shaped like a castle with smooth, towering, black walls and seemingly no entrance. The faction keeps watchful guard. Never a song is sung, never a tune struck. Despite this, the Matoran and Toa alike are not all gloomy. They find other ways to entertain themselves. A strange fact is that Onu-Koro is unable to attack from below due to some type of impervious stone.The Dissonance is the resistance force. They are the antithesis of the Tribes of Rhythm. These are the matoran that recognize the evils of their former brethren and have shunned them. The Dissonance aims to destroy the evil of War Music. However, there are those that, of course, have joined for the sake of being on the side that they believe will win.

Character CreationHere’s where you finally get to the part you’ve (hopefully) been waiting for. Where you come in! Copy the blank profile, paste it into a post in the profiles topic, and you’re on your way!

Name: DiscordGender: MaleFaction: DissonanceSpecies: ToaElement: AirPreferred Tools/Weapons: An object that looks like a shofar (ram’s horn) but sucks in War Music and converts it into elemental blasts.Appearance: Discord always wears a cloak, though strangely it seems not by choice. It seems melded with his body, yet still flows and moves like any other cloak.Bio: The solemn leader of the Dissonance. Discord is, unlike your typical mysterious being, actually a great guy with which to have a conversation. But much like the stereotype, little is known of his background.Name: Toa CouncilGender: Letrin, Onuraf, Taxuth, and Pokare are male. Gawea and Kora are female.Faction: Tribes of RhythmSpecies: ToaElement: Each of them wields one of the six main elements.Preferred Tools/Weapons: Each uses a weapon of his or her own Koro.Appearance: All wear elaborate armor, corresponding with their elements and genres of War Music (or resistance of said music, in Kora's case).Bio: A loose attempt at keeping the War of Beat from turning into a bloody massacre, the Toa Council consists of the leader of each village. Letrin is the jolly leader of Le-Koro. Gawea is the cool, calm leader of Ga-Koro. Onuraf is the solemn, rarely outspoken leader of Onu-Koro. Kora is the cold, calculating leader of Ko-Koro; she takes part in the council to try and bring peace . Taxuth is the hot-tempered leader of Ta-Koro. Pokare is the quick-witted leader of Po-Koro.

Important Things• All BZP rules apply.• Use IC and OOC while posting. Example in Reference section.• Please, do not God-Mode. Things that fall in this category include making yourself defeat a giant army single-handed, murdering a single enemy in one simple blow, never getting hurt in a battle, landing a severe auto-hit, and many other instances like these. This includes the "Stormtrooper syndrome" which basically implies that enemies are pushovers. They arent. Your enemies are as good as you are. You can mow them with your symphonies of fire or assassinate them with your notes of rock, but always keep in mind to have common sense.• Alright, seeing as everyone either can use powers fit for gods or use things that can destroy these powers, god-modding is hard to avoid. But it will highly depend on how you RP. For example, I say, "Toa Onuraf charged his earthen powers and shaped them into a massive bass drum. Then, using the powerful beat from it, he threw Letrin across the field into a massive tree," cool. But, if I say, "earth toa guy uses earth to hit air toa guy and slam him again and again against the ground breaking his back and knocking him out," then no. Just no. Again, use common sense.• Bunnying/bullying is wrong. Don’t do either.• Don’t make your character “high and mighty” above everyone else.• Kanohi that are not allowed in this RPG include but may not be limited to: Kraahkan, Avohkii, Vahi, Ignika, Olmak, Mask of Possibilities, and the Mask of Creation. Limited masks include the Tryna, Mohtrek, Olisi, and the Mask of Clairvoyance.• Feel free to be creative with instruments and masks. If you have a reasonable idea for a new type of whatever then heck, go ahead and try it.• Only the original six elements are allowed. This may change, but for now it's this.• Feel free to have as many characters as you want, as long as an army made by you doesn't flood the profile topic.• It is highly suggested that you keep your grammar and spelling in check. srsly bro ;/ no un wntz two red tis,GM: 1) Game Master. 2) God-Mode.War Music: The elemental music used by the Tribes of Rhythm. It can be formed into anything imaginable by the user.Tribes of Rhythm: The Koros using War Music.NPC: Non-Player Character.PC: Player Character.Bunnying/bunny: 1) Controlling people’s chars. Just a simple stare or something mild like that could be overlooked. Maybe even making them block. But making them attack someone (or something such as that) without permission is simply too much. Don’t do this. 2) A small rodent/lagomorph, usually gray, black, white, or brown in color. Quite cute, has long ears and large feet, is especially fond of carrots.IC and OOC: 1) In Character and Out Of Character. 2) For example:Onuraf/Fighting Letrin in the Outskirts of Le-WahiIC:Bringing a shield of sound over his head to block the arrows of sonic air, Onuraf charged his earthen powers and shaped them into a massive bass drum. Then, using the powerful beat from it, he threw Letrin across the field toward a massive tree. To follow up, he flew toward his opponent upon a powerful burst of sound, ready to slam into the toa of air at full force.OOC: Hey Zippidy-doo-dah, want to join me?Toa of Dancing - GMCo-GMs will be added as neededThe Co-GMs (if any are enlisted) have the ability to punish and reward you, as long as the action is approved by the GM. If it’s something that needs to be addressed immediately, however, they can yell as loud as they wish and punish you. The GM himself (me, ToD) can dish out anything he believes he sees fit. Immediately. If not sooner. So behave and get rewards. =)ThanksThank you to anyone who has helped me with this RPG or with becoming a part of the RPG Forum. Without you guys, Beat and Rhythm would never have come around. Though I’d like to specifically thank a few of you here. I’d like to thank The Power that Is and Exo-Fat. TPtI has most likely scolded me the most of anyone I’ve ever RPed with. Both have helped by previewing my RPGs in the past, with Exo-Fat doing so to BaR. He’s also been a great friend. Thank you Koname, Xeriak/Soylent GreenWhatever, TPtI (again), etc. for creating or helping run the first RPG I played in, A Midnight Grey. I thank the players of City of Steam. I thank the Indie game developers who made games such as Audiosurf, Beat Hazard, etc. I again thank all of the RPers that have interacted with me throughout these more than three years on BZP.

Edited by Toa of Dancing, Apr 01 2012 - 04:48 PM.

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This is a signature that describes me as a person. Lazy, dry, and overall just a procra...

IC (The players' role in the war begins):Frena ran along her stream of thick rhythm, the bongo which she held within her hands letting loose the stream. It was an exhilarating feeling to be running, upside-down, twenty bio in the air, all assisted by this wondrous creation. Of course, she wasn't completely enthused about the part where she was killing people... or being attacked. Still, despite her Onu-matoran body, she had the heart of a jolly Le-matoran. Minus the murderous part, of course.Then, as she prepared to fly down from her trail on the wings of an earthen, musical gukko, she received a shock. The burning, rhythmical phoenix of a Ta-matoran slammed into her, completely incinerating her body. The deadly tone from the chimes that caused the sudden immolation rang with the other tunes of the battlefield. She was just another soldier who died in the bloody conflict.The Ta-matoran smiled as he turned his steed, sending out a cone of fire upon which he slid downwards. His phoenix slammed into a Ga-matoran's attack, causing a massive burst of steam. Right before he reached the ground from sliding down his makeshift escape, however, a gigantic maw of water rose from the sands beneath. He was torn apart from the raging water, his final screams muffled by its raging current.Indeed, Ga-Koro seemed to have the upper-hand in this four-way conflict on the black beaches of Ta-Wahi. An expeditionary force of the Dissonance had been ambushed by these three supposedly allied factions. However, when stray attacks flew, all Karzahni broke loose. The Dissonace force, originally numbering roughly thirty, was weakened only by half of their number. The ambushing Tribes had caused massive destruction amongst themselves, easily halving their own group of roughly one hundred total. In essence, the ambushed were quickly becoming the winners in the struggle.Or so it seemed. Then, amongst the chaos, the three leaders of the Tribal party rose together, calming the raging battle. Each took control of his own forces, their expertise proving in their ability to stop almost fifty raging fighters."Dude, this ain't cool. Look how many y'all've killed, man," spoke the Toa of fire, Falain. He reclined on a blazing sofa, seemingly unconcerned about being attacked."Yeah, well, this isn't only-just the mess-fault of my matoran-soldiers, fire spitter," responded Letrin, who happened to personally be there. As he said this, he loosened the massive cord of aerial rhythm that emanated from his didgeridoo. Forty matoran, Toa, and Turaga formerly wrapped in it fell to the ground with a thud, many dead. He smirked at the sound of crunching bones."Kill them... all of them... hehe... blood," muttered the gigantic mass of a water toa. Her armor, weighing hundreds of pounds, seemed to be no hindrance as she dropped the remaining soldiers of their army, which were most definitely crushed to death by her hulking limbs. "Why can't Weim kill them all?""Dude, Weim, kill all those Dissonance guys if you want. Their problem for not liking our musical talent, man," responded Falain, flicking a cigarette-like tube away. He kept tapping the keys of his xylophone to rhythmically sway his lounge. "Don't like killing myself, but whatever. If I try to save them you two will just kill me. Probably. I dunno, man."Weim glanced at Letrin and, seeing his malicious grin, smiled herself. Her mask of growth glowed as she raised her fist. Already the size of a toa, it rapidly grew to greater and greater proportions. Then, unexpectedly, she gently placed it into the ocean, instead of slamming it onto the Dissonance soldiers. They would see, however, why she did so in a moment. An eerie rhythm played as she rapidly moved her hand back and forth. The water spurted upwards through holes in the now-visible tube, and it responded with its wailing.Suddenly, five of the Dissonance soldiers screamed. Their nine comrades backed away in shock, asking what was happening. It suddenly became quite clear what was happening, however, as their oganic components began to ripple like waves. Then, in an explosion of red, their blood burst from their bodies, quickly mixing with the ocean waves. The other soldiers quickly adjusted their armor, covering any spots."You... you monsters," said one, the expedition leader. With one arm completely missing and a massive gash across his face, the matoran looked like he shouldn't have been standing. "Murdering without a care... Having fun... Urgh... Dang it, do you have any morals anymore?!""Useless," said Letrin, before he placed his mouth upon his instrument. With the low, powerful flow from it, he swirled together a massive battleaxe of energy. One of the Dissonance Toa raised a sword, being a weapons expert. As Letrin swung, the Toa put forth all his mental force into his Kakama. Literally running on air, he burst forward with unprecedented speed. A clash sounded through the air, and the axe split in half. The blur of the Toa ran straight towards Letrin, swinging to decapitate the murderous toa.Then, in a flash of green, he was split in twain by the sudden reformation of the axe, his sword shattered. Without even a flinch Letrin pulled the axe back into the air. Then, grinning as he blew into his instrument, he swung it down upon the group.The remaining eight of the Dissonance, however, weren't ready to die hopelessly. The remaining eight were elite, ready to fight to the death even against three of the most powerful members of the Tribes of Rhythm. The axe burst into shards of music, which were silenced and absorbed by a glowing toa of air. A skinny, bent Turaga of ice pulled his fist down, having not even flinched as he blocked the axe his his specially equipped arm. He solemnly stood in a stance, both padded fists ready.Five other matoran were left aside from Nist, the leader. Three were almost comically covered in a massive amount of armor and padding. However, their vengeful ears glowed in the shadows of their hoods. These three charged directly for Weim, plowing through the watery darts sent at them.The Toa, the Turaga, and one of the remaining two Matoran turned to Falain. Sighing, the Toa of fire raised one palm, filling it with fire. He began to rapidly play his instrument of choice, sending fiery sparrows from the globe of flames. The Turaga, almost too fast for the eye, caught each one at a time in his palms and slammed it to the ground. The Matoran, holding a strange cube, stood there. The sound seemed to completely die when he brought the cube near. Then, once the energy was pure fire, the toa of air absorbed it.Finally, the two remaining Matoran, Nist and one of stone, turned to Letrin. Each brandished a staff, which looked pathetic against the powerful energy streaming from the tube-like instrument. Yet, as each attack came from the Toa, it was deflected right back at him. The two advance toward him, spinning the specially-shaped staffs fast enough to literally rise into the air toward their opponent.With a massive explosion, a gigantic, pulsing drill erupted from the ground. The people of Onu-Wahi poured out, obviously sent as reinforcements. However, it wasn't just beings of earth that appeared. It seemed that some of every tribe had come to the aid of the ambush force. Apparently the failure of it was reported by a fast-moving Onu-Matoran.From the the volcanic rocks further in the land came the echoing cries of a charging military. The army from which the expeditionary force was sent had arrived.

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"Let me realize that my past failures at follow-through are no indication of my future performance...

...They're just healthy little fires that are going to light up my resolve."

IC: Skyra - Ta-Wahi Beach -Skyra stood not far off from his leader, Letrin. Skyra merely smirked at the oncoming expeditionary force that was charging. "More for the slaughter then is it?" Skyra looked at Letrin, "Shall I enter the battle now sir?" Skyra hadn't been ordered to join the fray yet, so he just stood beside his leader instead.

IC: Waorya / Looking Down upon the BattleFrom up high, Waorya stared down and onto the raging battle down below. He let out a long sigh of sheer sadness, ducking to the side suddenly to evade a powerful blast of fire being shot out."What has the world come to?" he wondered, releasing a couple of soft notes from his flute.IC: Deazthria - Minions / BattlefieldOn the opposite side of the battlefield, the skeletal form of a Ta-Toa stood, quietly watching the battlefield below. It was accompanied by two beings - one, its mask shattered off and a huge gash in its face, and the other with a huge gash in its chest, indicating a sword wound through the heart. The undead servants of Deazthria.Staring down through the eyes of her minion, she watched the battle as it played out. This place would be a steady source of dead bodies for weeks, if all went well - for them. If it didn't, that may be boosted up to months.That would be well for her.-Toa Levacius Zehvor

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"I disapprove of what you have to say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."

IC: Atonal ~ Ta-Wahi Beach"All I wanted to do was to play some music in peace! But no~! There just has to be some bloody fighting going on around me! Can't a guy who likes to appreciate the beauty of sounds just get some order here?"Atonal flitted through the trees near the shore, hoping to survive the ordeal and find a way to escape. It seemed impossible, for there were soldiers everywhere, killing each other for stupid reasons, so if he was spotted, he would probably be killed."I hate my life."

IC / Alone:Osgilaed sat alone, humming a tune, oblivious to the bloodshed that was probably occurring above him. He sat, tweaking his songs, finding the right words, the right pitch. He would be ready if anything came his way, which he preferred it didn’t.

IC: A pale Toa of Air stood next to Skyra, eying the mass of soldiers as they approached. Without waiting to be told, he unfolded the chair that he had been holding in his hand, and sat down. Shifting his cello into position, Quwaro turned his eyes to Letrin, awaiting his response.

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They were called Tenno. Warriors of blade and gun: masters of the Warframe armor. Those that survived the old war were left drifting among the ruins. Now they are needed once more.

The Grineer, with their vast armies, are spreading throughout the solar system. A call echoes across the stars summoning the Tenno to an ancient place. They summon you.

Allow the Lotus to guide you. She has rescued you from your cryostasis chamber and given you a chance to survive. The Grineer will find you; you must be prepared. The Lotus will teach you the ways of the Warframes and the secrets to unlocking their powers.

IC (Fauwn, Ta-Wahi battlefield):"You say that as if it were a problem, Unov," said a familiar voice. The tone was singsong, yet brittle, concealing a hard edge.Fauwn hoisted his instrument to his lips. "I will enjoy this," was all he said before he began, an elegant scale that sent a shower of notes into the Dissonance ranks...Fauwn's attack was all the cue Unov, Skyra, and Quwaro needed to start their own attacks...-Shyyrn

Edited by Shyyrn, Apr 01 2012 - 09:15 PM.

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"Let me realize that my past failures at follow-through are no indication of my future performance...

...They're just healthy little fires that are going to light up my resolve."

IC (Fauwn, Ta-Wahi battlefield):Because of his furious playing, Fauwn was unable to speak back to Unov... but the fierce gleam in his red eyes was enough to tell Unov that whatever his decimation of the enemy ranks was classified as, he enjoyed it...-Shyyrn

Edited by Shyyrn, Apr 01 2012 - 09:21 PM.

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"Let me realize that my past failures at follow-through are no indication of my future performance...

...They're just healthy little fires that are going to light up my resolve."

IC: Waorya / Ta-Wahi Beach Battle!frown went across the Air Toa's face as he watched the battle finally open up in full. As he investigated the area, his eyes caught onto a toa, seemingly of the Ice element, trying to make himself scarce.Well, not any more. Now he was surrounded by soldiers.Waorya quickly began moving down the rock. As one of the soldiers closed in on the violin holder, Waorya hurled his tanto, which was embedded in the tribesmens back for less than three seconds before hurtling back towards his hand.-Toa Levacius Zehvor

Edited by Toa Levacius Zehvor, Apr 01 2012 - 09:23 PM.

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"I disapprove of what you have to say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."

IC: Skyra - Ta-Wahi Beachhead -Skyra took that as the cue, pulled out his Ocarina in a flash. He began to play a rather sober melody. With his elemental powers, a cyclone formed and began to rip through the attacking force, Skyra's war music created battle axes, maces, swords, and other very sharp and pointy objects from within the cyclone, anyone who got caught in it would be shredded to pieces. As an ominous sign, Skyra's war music made fake lightning and rain as well, it was pretty much harmless though, it just added to the mood.

IC:"Death is death..." Quwaro's soft voice responded, and he spared Unov a fleeting glance, "as long as they die, it does not matter how."At Letrin's signal, the pale Toa began playing. As the tune began, the air began to condense. A shape, several feet taller than a Toa, with the general build apart from the inhuman, long, wide maw and vast wings began to take form beside Quwaro. It was transparent and ghostly, and as the music raised in pitch, the semi-human thing strode forward jaws parted, fingers spread wide.And then, on a sharp note, it lunged.OOC: Slow computer is slow.

Edited by Crogenitor Evex, Apr 01 2012 - 09:30 PM.

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They were called Tenno. Warriors of blade and gun: masters of the Warframe armor. Those that survived the old war were left drifting among the ruins. Now they are needed once more.

The Grineer, with their vast armies, are spreading throughout the solar system. A call echoes across the stars summoning the Tenno to an ancient place. They summon you.

Allow the Lotus to guide you. She has rescued you from your cryostasis chamber and given you a chance to survive. The Grineer will find you; you must be prepared. The Lotus will teach you the ways of the Warframes and the secrets to unlocking their powers.

IC - RektaBattle music rang out. He had fought them for hours and still they didn't give up. Bassoon in hand, he slew a screaming Matoran of water with a slash of wind. Out of nowhere, a pillar of rock crashed into his back and sent him to the ground. He pushed himself up- he had to, or face a painful death -and played a rapid tune that created a tornado that ripped the armor off his enemy, crushing him with his own drum.It had all started when he attacked the wrong man. He had come to the rescue of the wrong person. He'd been flagged as an enemy and was attacked. He had taken a sharp blast of water to the chest and a devastating burn to the leg.But he still fought while he could fight. Even as he blasted away a Turaga, a stream of sharp rocks ripped through his left shin. He dropped to one knee, blasting out an explosion of wind while enemies fought him back. On his knees against a wall of rock that he could barely keep off his back, he pushed on.OOC: Anyone care to help? He's technically helping the Dissonance as it is.

OOC: @ Hubert; Yup, I already started giving it. IC: Waorya / Ta-Wahi Beach BattleWaorya hurled his tantos, both now, in quick succession, striking down another duo of the soldiers. As the first returned, he quickly sheathed it; he was drawing his flute as the second one came to him. A few short notes, and the energy within formed a shining blade. The toa of air charged into the melee as his enemies readied their own instruments.-Toa Levacius Zehvor

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"I disapprove of what you have to say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."

OOC: I'm afraid since your character's are Skyra's enemy...you're screwed. IC: Skyra - Ta-Wahi Beachhead -Skyra noticed a straggler as he continued to play, he made the cyclone move toward Atonal rather quickly. Skyra's strategy had always been to pick off the weaker ones first, that one seemed pathetic enough.OOC:

IC: Waorya / Epic Battle at Ta-Wahi BeachThe cyclone that came hurtling forward swept up a number of the enemy troops by accident. Luckily, Waorya caught onto it before it got to the ice toa, dissipating it with a gesture.He rushed over to the ice toa, to make sure that he was alright.-Toa Levacius Zehvor

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"I disapprove of what you have to say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."

IC (Onu-Wahi, above ground): Elreg sat on the edge of a cliff, his feet dangling over the side and his instrument in his lap. He had based the design off of a similar instrument he faintly remembered seeing in Po-Koro, long before the war had started. Far below him, the sea water churned and crashed against the cliff-face, following the natural currents.'I miss Le-Koro,' the Matoran thought, 'I admit it. But it isn't home anymore. Time to practice.'He adjusted his sitting position and lightly plucked at the strings. He felt energy flow from the instrument, down to the water, but without any obvious effect. Elreg began to strum slowly, coaxing the water to his will, encouraging it to flow down, then back up, picking up silt from the bottom along the way. Soon there was a large smear of muddy-brown water and he started to play faster. The water began to swirl in response, forming a slight depression in the water. While his music was controling the water, it wasn't very pretty, caused by ill-tuned strings and his own mistakes. After a few minutes, he stopped playing and the water settled, returning to its natural rhythm. A portion of the cliff-face was now worn smooth by the abrasive silt and the friction of the water, but it didn't cut very deep.Tired, Elreg stood up and began to walk back to his campsite; a small spire of rock that created an overhang that he was able to dig underneath. As soon as he returned, he knelt in the sand and dug a hole. He placed a small stone bowl weighed, down with a rock, at the bottom and began to play his instrument again. He plucked the strings quickly, forced water from below to rise to the surface and flow over the bowl. Once the bowl was covered, Elreg stopped and the water sank again.The Matoran contemplated his surroundings as he sipped his refreshment. He felt a very distant rumble from the ground. Onu-Koro was probably on the move again. He eventually realized that he was lonely again, and his desire for interaction overruled the need to hide from the other tribes. Gathering up his meager belongings, he began to walk in the general direction of Ga-Wahi, hoping to find someone that didn't want to kill him.

IC: Waorya / Epic Battle at Ta-Wahi BeachWaorya swung his blade in a mind-bogglingly quick flurry of blows, striking back the air blades for just a moment before he absorbed them into himself. Aiming his blade towards Unov, he shouted, "You would do well to keep your focus on the combatants, worms, and not on bystanders!"-Toa Levacius Zehvor

Edited by Toa Levacius Zehvor, Apr 01 2012 - 09:40 PM.

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"I disapprove of what you have to say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."

IC: Skyra - Ta-Wahi Beachhead -Skyra frowned, non-combatants huh? No reason to kill them, didn't help them achieve victory in any way, but he was annoyed that this non-combatants had gotten in his way. "If you're not part of the fight, then get out of the way! Otherwise what happens to you isn't our problem." Skyra then went back to his ocarina playing. His war music created a image of a kikanalo, except when it ran through the enemy fighters, it crushed them just like a real one.

OOC: Anyone help?IC - RektaThe Matoran took a blast of water to the head. Luckily it was sharp or all too powerful, but it broke his concentration. The wall behind him toppled over, about to crush his head...

IC: Waorya / Epic Battle at Ta-Wahi BeachWaorya broke free from Atonal as the new figure appeared. "Do what he says." the air Toa said, nodding to the newcomer. "I'll keep that maniac occupied."Now he charged forward once again, leaving the ice Toa, hopefully, in good hands.-Toa Levacius Zehvor

Edited by Toa Levacius Zehvor, Apr 01 2012 - 09:58 PM.

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"I disapprove of what you have to say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."